Director: Eduardo Sánchez
Writers: Jamie Nash (story), Eduardo Sánchez
Stars: Gretchen Lodge, Johnny Lewis, Alexandra Holden
1 hour, 40 minutes
We start out with a videotape of Molly saying, “Whatever happened, it wasn’t me.” Then she tries to cut her own throat but can’t do it. “He won’t let me do it.” Then we cut to older video footage of Molly and Tim’s wedding as the credits roll.
On their wedding night, the alarm goes off, and it says there’s someone in their kitchen. They hear someone moving around down there. When the cops show up, they find the back door open, but there’s no sign of forced entry. The cop searches the house, but don’t find anything. It comes up in conversation that they moved into the home right after her parents died there. Also, Tim is a truck driver who is gone a lot, while Molly is a recovering addict.
The next night, Tim’s gone for work, and she stays home alone. She wakes up in the middle of the night thinking someone was calling her name. Someone tries to break in the back door while she’s standing right there. Before long she’s terrified to be in the house alone. That night, she hears a woman crying in the room across the hall. When Tim comes home the next afternoon, he finds Molly sitting cold and naked on the bed. “He’s alive,” she says. Soon after, she starts seeing things at work
Things start to spiral out of control. Is she back on heroine, or is there something really going on here? Who is the woman that Molly starts to stalk with her camera?
Commentary
Once again, we have a film that confuses drugs, mental illness, and supernatural shenanigans. She is on drugs. She is grieving her parents. Is her house haunted? Once it became clear that they were going to play up the mental illness and downplay any kind of monster, it really started to drag. Because this is a horror movie, you know this is all going to turn out to be real in the end, but you also know nothing “real” is going to happen until then. It’s shot like a horror film, it ends like a horror film, but it’s really just an afterschool special about drug use and mental illness. This is no fun. By the time the body count began, I had long since lost interest. There are only two deaths and one blurry, half-second shot of something in the dark that’s probably just a hallucination anyway.